“So tell me about Male,” Guff said after we’d napped for an hour and had taken a shower together. We were back in bed, snuggled under the covers because…why not? I was supposed to be guarding him, and I was doing my duty, up close and personal.
“It’s M.A.L.E. and it stands for ‘Mavericks, Assassins, Loners, Etc.’”
He laughed. “It sounds like something out of The Man from U.N.C.L.E. Are you supposed to be telling me this?”
I pinched his n****e, which caused him to moan instead of yell in pain. Ooh, I had all kinds of wicked ideas to exploit that newfound delight. Later.
“As I was saying, M.A.L.E. is a bunch of guys who were in the army together, and we needed something else to do with our time after we got out. Civilian life didn’t cut it, so we came up with this pseudo-spy-agent-proble
